Monday, September 6, 2010

Sunday morning, I woke up with excruciating pain in my right shoulder, different from any pain I experienced before. The focal point of the pain was deep inside my shoulder, and the deeper I inhaled the more it hurt. The pain felt like muscle pain, and I hoped it would work itself out during the course of the day. Meanwhile, I concentrated on slow, shalow breathing.

I slept almost all day, partially because I felt so tired and weak, and partially to escape the pain.

Nothing changed.

Midday, I contacted my friend who does Shiatsu. She had quite a busy day, and asked if I would be up for a treatment in the evening. Desperate, I told her she should come whenever she could and I would make it work.

I spent the afternoon helping my youngest daughter, who is really into cooking, go over what she wants to prepare for Rosh HaShannah, make a shopping list, and study for her math test the next day. I do not know from where she gets her enthusiams about cooking, but I am trying to encourage her and be supportive. She would rather cook than do math; I would rather do math than cook! I really enjoyed helping her with math, but we did not have a chance to finish before she had to leave for gymnastics.

Then my son came home. One moment he behaved so charmingly, the next moment he snapped at me, then he again acted like a perfect gentleman, then he bit my head off, and so on. I had promised to help him make his lunch, and I was determined to fulfill my promise. Waking up in the morning to make sandwiches for/with him is just too much for me. I cannot do it.

My eldest daughter behaved pretty much the same as my son: pleasant one moment, harsh and critical the next.

My kids completely wore me out!

I could not deal with any more stress.... I escaped into my bedroom.

A few minutes later, my angel friend callled: "Are you still up for a treatment?" she asked, ever so sweetly.

We usually do shiatsu in my living room, but I really needed a break from my kids, so she treated me on my bed.

For the first time all day, I felt some relief.

When she finished, I did not want to move. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

At one point, Moshe woke me and asked me if I felt comfortable the way I was lying. I shifted to a more comfortable position, closed my eyes, and resumed my slumber. Though I woke up briefly a few more times, I quickly returned to sleep, and slept deaply until the morning.

6 comments:

well your younger daughter probably enjoys cooking from Moshe's mom whose food is yummo (last year I was in Chareisha for RH).Teenagers-you can't figure them out!May this year bring us all only god news!

Your kids are just being typical teenagers, I know it is hard at times to understand them but deep down you know they love you. I do hope the pain has gone by now, keeping you in my heart and prayers.....:-) Hugs

Mikimi - My daughter is actually surrounded by amazing cooks... I just do not happen to be one of them. My MIL, my sister, my SIL, my other SIL, my dad, are all amazing cooks, who seem to really enjoy cooking. I am more like my mom -- I only cook, because people need to eat. I'd rather read a book.

Bernie -- I wish I could say the pain is gone... but it is a constant struggle...

Leah -- I'm wondering when I can get one of those in person.....

Batya -- amen! Short of a miracle, I would be happy for long life and no pain.

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